"Jefferson's audio diary, entry one. The date is 1/6/32.
So, my therapist suggested I make these audio diaries instead of writing down my thoughts, so here I am. Also, I ran out of pages because I insisted on writing so large that I used up two pages per entry—even when they weren't that long. You can imagine how bad it got with the longer ones. I'm already rambling about random carp that doesn't matter. Anyway… what was I going to talk about? Umm… right! Amy is working on a translation for some scroll she found in a box. Honestly, I'm not sure what it's worth. It's probably just instructions on how to build a house, judging by the other stuff in the box. We've already got a bunch of scrolls, but Amy's the one actually trying to do research while the rest of us are just here to make sure we can pay our taxes. I guess someone's got to be passionate about this stuff. Don't get me wrong, it's interesting enough, but I'm here to keep an eye on things, not dig through ancient scrolls. Honestly, I never thought I'd be babysitting a bunch of researchers in the middle of nowhere, but hey, a job's a job.
Amy's really into this translation thing, though. She's got that spark, you know? Like she actually believes we're going to find something groundbreaking in that box. Meanwhile, I'm just making sure nobody wanders off or does something stupid. Not exactly what I pictured when I signed up for security work, but it beats chasing down shoplifters back in Inkopolis.
And then there's the military. They've got that house with the robot on full lockdown, which is weird, right? I mean, if it's just some old mining machine, why all the secrecy? Amy's frustrated, and I get it. She thinks there's something important there, something worth studying. Me? I just think it's odd. The whole situation feels off, like there's more to it than they're letting on. Makes my job a little more interesting, I guess, but also a bit more nerve-wracking.
I try not to let it get to me, though. My main concern is keeping everyone safe, making sure nothing—or no one—gets in or out without me knowing. But sometimes I wonder if I'm missing the bigger picture. Maybe there's a reason they don't want us poking around too much. Or maybe it's just standard protocol and I'm overthinking it.
Anyway, I'll keep doing what I do—patrol, check the perimeters, and make sure everyone's where they're supposed to be. If Amy's right and there's something valuable here, good for her. But until then, I'm just counting the days until we can pack up and head back to something a little more predictable.
Alright, that's enough for now. If anything actually happens, I'll do another one of these… assuming I remember. End entry."